As I look out over this beautiful land
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I follow my eyes up to the bright blue sky
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I think to myself when all this goes
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that'll be the day that I want to die
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From where I stand I see a devastated land
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devastation of an entire Nation
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The line is drawn and its all clear cut
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the damage is done with one last chop
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The engines roar as the cars roll by
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and I just want to die
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I'm just singing the same old song
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its going, its going, its Gone
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I'm just SICK of the Same Old Song
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As I look out over this beautiful land
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I throw my arms up at the bright blue sky
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I know in my heart when all this goes
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that'll be the day that I want to die
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but until the day I lay my body to rest
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I'll put my life and death to the test
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and fight for this Land for which I stand
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right down to my very last breath.
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Same Old Song Remains The Same
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